The Pool, Sunday Afternoon

[my-tragic-past.livejournal.com]

Kevin had slept in this morning. Awaking to find Toby gone somewhere, he, miffed, decided to go for a swim.

He still didn't quite understand why the school had a pool in the basement and not one outside, but the location didn't stop him from putting on a nice layer of suntan lotion. It seemed unnatural to bob about a pool without smelling of coconut oil.

Plus, it totally made him shiny. The lack of people to admire his shininess was beginning to bother him though.

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Fourth Floor Common Room; Early Sunday Evening.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time, when something happened, as guns were firing and windows shattering throughout Detroit's 12th Street, there was a small Greek-American girl riding her bicycle through it all, followed by (or, perhaps, to the observing eye, leading) tanks of the National Guard, all because she knew her father was there at the diner, and she wanted to make sure he was okay.

But her father was dead, she was now a he, and that was nine years ago. Cal really wasn't sure what he could have done to help, anyway, especially when so many other of his classmates now were better equipped for this sort of thing. No one else would ride in to see Milton; here, he was sure they had a whole calvary marching in to take care of the monsters, the ghosts, the missing people. But he felt so restless and hopeless in his room; he drifted into the common room, taking a moment to cover the extra precaution of salting all the entrances, and then sat on the couch.

And that was it. He stared blankly ahead. It was the same thing he'd been doing in his own room all day, but, this way, maybe someone who was just as ordinary (in this sort of thing, anyway) as he was was feeling just as useless and bored and would come join him.

Although, really, a part of him was feeling that feeling utterly normal was nice for a change, in a certain way.


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